"Well given your condition you're not fit to do much heavy lifting, so I'll make it easy on you. We're going to play a hand of poker and the winner wi...l take all."Jordan couldn't believe it, poker? His father was a world renowned poker player and he knew he didn't stand a chance against him. He wasn't sure what his father was up to and he didn't trust him. There had to be a hidden agenda somewhere, but what choice did he have? He wanted to try and get Angel back. "OK," Jordan nodded.Ethan. “I think I will,” I said. “I think we can loosen our pants, too.” She readily agreed. Her vintage seventies bell- bottoms were tight, showing her exquisite ass, but her panties, an emerald green satin showed them even better. “So what do we do now?” she asked me. “Well, that depends on you,” I replied. Though I wanted to slide my dick between her tits, I didn’t want to suggest something she might not want to do. “I’ll do. A whole lot shallower.She read this as some form of rejection, which it certainly was not. Thus our sweet Henrietta decided to take the--uh--plunge, so to speak.After all, she thought, how difficult could it be? So, slowly, very slowly, she pushed her mouth farther down the shaft and took quarter inch by quarter inch. When the plump plum head nuzzled her gag reflex again, she chose to simply ignore the urge to regurgitate.Mind over matter, she thought to herself, that's all it is. Five inches!. She was almost making it her mission to ensure that every single drop of spunk, every individual sperm was transferred from him into her mouth. Once she was satisfied there was no more spunk available, she slowly stood up. I expected her to show Harry his spunk in her mouth before swallowing it but she didn’t. She walked over to me, tilted my head back and put two fingers into my mouth. Using her fingers, she prised my mouth open and then leaned forward and very slowly let his spunk pour out of.